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Jackie speaks: In other words, it depended on how many extras you were prepared to give him for free, the moron. Yeah, yeah, these types must try it all on. We never get a moment's peace from trash like them. I always tell 'em, 'That's where you got it all wrong, sugar, 'cause whether I continue to see you past the hour, depends on how good you are in the room 'cause there's plenty more where that came from!' One cock's as good as the next one. It depends on the attitude that's attached to it. It's true what I'm saying. They give me shit and they're outa there! I'm never that desperate. They normally only book for half to one hour anyway. All the rest is bullshit. The real men who are gonna go for a long booking just do it straight off and in the company of a worker they want. They don't care whether they have sex or not. Oh, that'd be hard for some of them to imagine, I know! What about that creepy Indian guy you had, Nikita? He said, 'I've been watching you for a while,' and said how nice your breasts looked in that dress. How's that for originality?!'
Nikita speaks: Yeah, I lost it with him. I've never broke down and cried in a room before, but the freak assaulted me and I burst into tears. I think it was because, although he was being manipulative, he was also very gentle. He wasn't the nicest client I've had to deal with, but things were going okay. Suddenly he pushed me down as hard as he could onto the bed, my hair flying across my entire face, so that it was covered in hair. Then he held me down like this while he tried to force his tongue into my mouth. Well, it was really repulsive, to say the least. It felt like a tip truck full of household refuse was trying to dump its load down my throat. My lips clamped shut like two edges from the garden clippers. I have no doubt that his furry old tongue coated in dahl would have been sliced in two, had it been anywhere out near the entrance to my mouth. Then he suddenly let go.
I sat up a little stunned. As it turns out, a vertebra in my neck had been dislodged. It took me a few minutes to respond, now that he had gone all gentle again. I ended up bursting into tears, 'You hurt my neck!' I headed straight towards the door. I said that it was the end of the booking and that the staff could deal with it. I couldn't reach the buzzer. He grabbed me before I could get out and started apologising. He said that he would never do it again. But there was something wrong with him. He wanted to book me in the future, but he wasn't allowed near me again. He was a real sleaze and I warned all the other girls about him. Some desperadoes still insisted on seeing him, but they only ever saw him the once. That's right. He tried the same thing on each and every one of them. To think that I approached him! He must have seen me coming. I should do what Roxy does. She observes all the other girls on the floor hustling for men, but she doesn't approach them like that, and still she seems to do all right. She introduces herself in an open friendly way. They chase after her. I don't know how she does it.
Roxanne speaks: The other night, I had these two married men who were also business partners. They started fighting over me. It was obviously a competitive thing and most likely they'd fight over cars in a similar fashion. Anyway, I ended up taking one of them. He was really very sweet in a way. I felt sorry for his wife, but there was something really sad about him as well. He said, 'So this is what brothels are like. You know, I've never touched another woman in fifteen years.' All he did was talk about his wife, not that it would make the situation any less hurtful for her, if she found out. "We have a great sex life," he said, 'but I haven't touched another woman in so long.' He was curious more than anything. He was also shy. 'We don't have to have sex,' he said, '...whatever happens, happens.' We both agreed that the parlour was a secret and powerful institution, a meeting place agreed upon by clients and workers, by men and hookers, with wives and partners more than often excluded. It's a place for sex, but also where men could be pampered as well. "It sounds good to me," he said and left smiling. |
